[ Cisco doesn't push, with the hero thing. At least, not out loud. But there's something behind his eyes - a brightness, a conviction - that remains unchanged even after Finn's protest. He might not think of himself that way, that his one act of self-liberation was worth celebrating and honoring, but Cisco disagrees. Finn had survived. He'd freed himself. He had chosen goodness, when all the forces were stacked up against him, making it so easy for him to be evil. If that's not heroism, Cisco doesn't know what is.
But he bites that back, for the time being. There would be other days to say it, to show how deeply he felt it. For now, he wants to make sure Finn knows that Cisco's going to let him define himself, that he isn't going to take that away from him. ]
Hey, it's okay-
[ His voice trails off as Finn takes his hand. His touch is careful, and Cisco is startled by the gesture. It's so simple, and deliberate, and entirely unexpected. He can't think of the last time someone, apart from Eddie, just took his hand. He wonders what it means, if there is some bad news or awful added confession coming. But then Finn merely explains that he'd kept it secret for his own reasons, and not because he didn't trust Cisco. He says he does trust him. And Cisco, who'd been ready to laugh off the explanation, suddenly feels that his throat is very tight. He clears it, feeling perplexed and honored and happy and nervous all at once. ]
Okay. I didn't think that, Finn. Just- for what it's worth. Not because I'm, like, so obviously a great guy. Even though, I mean, duh.
[ He can't help trying to lighten the mood with a little humor, pauses to toss his hair back, a joking show of vanity and self-assurance. ]
I just. Um. I get it. The whole secrets and hangups routine. There's... stuff I haven't told you, yet. About me. And it's not because I don't like or trust you, either, so don't worry about me getting the wrong idea.
[ And maybe the day would come, sooner rather than later, when Cisco would tell Finn about his powers, about the complicated history there and all the things he can do. If he were a better person, he would do it now. Secret for secret, confession for confession. But he can't bring himself to. Not just yet. ]
I don't imagine it's the kind of thing you could tell somebody from your world very lightly, huh? I bet- there's a lot of people who wouldn't understand. Who would blame you, or be scared of you.
[ He squeezes Finn's hand lightly, forgetting for a moment that he won't be able to feel the shift in pressure, before reassuring, in a firm voice: ]
no subject
But he bites that back, for the time being. There would be other days to say it, to show how deeply he felt it. For now, he wants to make sure Finn knows that Cisco's going to let him define himself, that he isn't going to take that away from him. ]
Hey, it's okay-
[ His voice trails off as Finn takes his hand. His touch is careful, and Cisco is startled by the gesture. It's so simple, and deliberate, and entirely unexpected. He can't think of the last time someone, apart from Eddie, just took his hand. He wonders what it means, if there is some bad news or awful added confession coming. But then Finn merely explains that he'd kept it secret for his own reasons, and not because he didn't trust Cisco. He says he does trust him. And Cisco, who'd been ready to laugh off the explanation, suddenly feels that his throat is very tight. He clears it, feeling perplexed and honored and happy and nervous all at once. ]
Okay. I didn't think that, Finn. Just- for what it's worth. Not because I'm, like, so obviously a great guy. Even though, I mean, duh.
[ He can't help trying to lighten the mood with a little humor, pauses to toss his hair back, a joking show of vanity and self-assurance. ]
I just. Um. I get it. The whole secrets and hangups routine. There's... stuff I haven't told you, yet. About me. And it's not because I don't like or trust you, either, so don't worry about me getting the wrong idea.
[ And maybe the day would come, sooner rather than later, when Cisco would tell Finn about his powers, about the complicated history there and all the things he can do. If he were a better person, he would do it now. Secret for secret, confession for confession. But he can't bring himself to. Not just yet. ]
I don't imagine it's the kind of thing you could tell somebody from your world very lightly, huh? I bet- there's a lot of people who wouldn't understand. Who would blame you, or be scared of you.
[ He squeezes Finn's hand lightly, forgetting for a moment that he won't be able to feel the shift in pressure, before reassuring, in a firm voice: ]
I'm not scared of you.